It’s not a scoot. It’s not a crawl. It’s a scrawl, and it keeps us up at night. Literally. He wakes from a dead sleep to BOOM! Full scrawling. We have no bedtime. We forget to eat. We only scrawl. This will make a great story one day, right?
It seems my cooking hiatus is coming to an end… Upon my return from Michigan, I will be cheffing once again! So excited that it seems the stars have aligned and brought work that is fulfilling, and allows me to still be a mama FIRST AND FOREMOST. As my lovely friend and fellow chef, […]Read Post ›
Last night, the forecast said sunny and hot so it is overcast and cool. These pictures tell a story. We have Uncle Mark’s tackle box and fishing rod, my snorkel and mask, Irises near Chick Peter’s deck, Lolly’s garden and fairie place, the bench near grandma and grandpa’s markers, the old Franklin stove which was […]Read Post ›
I’m battling mastitis for the fourth time, so I’m going to bed with a heating pad on my polka dot boob. Here’s Ian trying desperately to turn pages on his favorite farm book to keep you entertained. Hope to be back soon…xoxo
